74. How Musqueton, after being very nearly roasted, had a Narrow Escape of being eaten.

A deep silence reigned for a long time in the boat after the
fearful scene described.

The moon, which had shone for a short time, disappeared
behind the clouds; every object was again plunged in the
obscurity that is so awful in the deserts and still more so
in that liquid desert, the ocean, and nothing was heard save
the whistling of the west wind driving along the tops of the
crested billows.

"I have seen," he said, "many dreadful things, but nothing
that ever agitated me so much as what I have just witnessed.
Nevertheless, even in my present state of perturbation, I
protest that I feel happy. I have a hundred pounds' weight
less upon my chest. I breathe more freely." In fact, Porthos
breathed so loud as to do credit to the free play of his
powerful lungs.

"For my part," observed Aramis, "I cannot say the same as
you do, Porthos. I am still terrified to such a degree that
I scarcely believe my eyes. I look around the boat,
expecting every moment to see that poor wretch holding
between his hands the poniard plunged into his heart."

"Oh! I feel easy," replied Porthos. "The poniard was pointed
at the sixth rib and buried up to the hilt in his body. I do
not reproach you, Athos, for what you have done. On the
contrary, when one aims a blow that is the regulation way to
strike. So now, I breathe again -- I am happy!"

"Don't be in haste to celebrate a victory, Porthos,"
interposed D'Artagnan; "never have we incurred a greater
danger than we are now encountering. Men may subdue men --
they cannot overcome the elements. We are now on the sea, at
night, without any pilot, in a frail bark; should a blast of
wind upset the boat we are lost."

"You are ungrateful, D'Artagnan," said Athos; "yes,
ungrateful to Providence, to whom we owe our safety in the
most miraculous manner. Let us sail before the wind, and
unless it changes we shall be drifted either to Calais or
Boulogne. Should our bark be upset we are five of us good
swimmers, able enough to turn it over again, or if not, to
hold on by it. Now we are on the very road which all the
vessels between Dover and Calais take, 'tis impossible but
that we should meet with a fisherman who will pick us up."

"But should we not find any fisherman and should the wind
shift to the north?"

"That," said Athos, "would be quite another thing; and we
should nevermore see land until we were upon the other side
of the Atlantic."

"In these books, your honor, 'tis told how hungry voyagers,
drifting out to sea, have a bad habit of eating each other
and beginning with ---- "

"The fattest among them!" cried D'Artagnan, unable in spite
of the gravity of the occasion to help laughing.

"Yes, sir," answered Musqueton; "but permit me to say I see
nothing laughable in it. However," he added, turning to
Porthos, "I should not regret dying, sir, were I sure that
by doing so I might still be useful to you."

"Mouston," replied Porthos, much affected, "should we ever
see my castle of Pierrefonds again you shall have as your
own and for your descendants the vineyard that surrounds the
farm."

"And you should call it `Devotion,'" added Aramis; "the
vineyard of self-sacrifice, to transmit to latest ages the
recollection of your devotion to your master."

"Chevalier," said D'Artagnan, laughing, "you could eat a
piece of Mouston, couldn't you, especially after two or
three days of fasting?"

"Oh, no," replied Aramis, "I should much prefer Blaisois; we
haven't known him so long."

One may readily conceive that during these jokes which were
intended chiefly to divert Athos from the scene which had
just taken place, the servants, with the exception of
Grimaud, were not silent. Suddenly Musqueton uttered a cry
of delight, taking from beneath one of the benches a bottle
of wine; and on looking more closely in the same place he
discovered a dozen similar bottles, bread, and a monster
junk of salted beef.

"Oh, sir!" he cried, passing the bottle to Porthos, "we are
saved -- the bark is supplied with provisions."

And he drank off half a bottle at a draught and bit great
mouthfuls of the bread and meat.

"Now," said Athos, "sleep, or try to sleep, my friends, and
I will watch."

In a few moments, notwithstanding their wet clothes, the icy
blast that blew and the previous scene of terror, these
hardy adventurers, with their iron frames, inured to every
hardship, threw themselves down, intending to profit by the
advice of Athos, who sat at the helm, pensively wakeful,
guiding the little bark the way it was to go, his eyes fixed
on the heavens, as if he sought to verify not only the road
to France, but the benign aspect of protecting Providence.
After some hours of repose the sleepers were aroused by
Athos.

Dawn was shedding its pallid, placid glimmer on the purple
ocean, when at the distance of a musket shot from them was
seen a dark gray mass, above which gleamed a triangular
sail; then masters and servants joined in a fervent cry to
the crew of that vessel to hear them and to save.

A quarter of an hour afterward the rowboat of this craft
took them all aboard. Grimaud tendered twenty guineas to the
captain, and at nine o'clock in the morning, having a fair
wind, our Frenchmen set foot on their native land.

"Egad! how strong one feels here!" said Porthos, almost
burying his large feet in the sands. "Zounds! I could defy a
nation!"

"Because," answered the Gascon, "we were sent, Porthos and
I, by Cardinal Mazarin to fight for Cromwell; instead of
fighting for Cromwell we have served Charles I. -- not the
same thing by any means. In returning with the Comte de la
Fere and Monsieur d'Herblay our crime would be confirmed. We
have circumvented Cromwell, Mordaunt, and the sea, but we
shall find a certain difficulty in circumventing Mazarin."

"You forget," replied Athos, "that we consider ourselves
your prisoners and not free from the engagement we entered
into."

"Truly, Athos," interrupted D'Artagnan, "I am vexed that
such a man as you are should talk nonsense which schoolboys
would be ashamed of. Chevalier," he continued, addressing
Aramis, who, leaning proudly on his sword, seemed to agree
with his companion, "Chevalier, Porthos and I run no risk;
besides, should any ill-luck happen to two of us, will it
not be much better that the other two should be spared to
assist those who may be apprehended? Besides, who knows
whether, divided, we may not obtain a pardon -- you from the
queen, we from Mazarin -- which, were we all four together,
would never be granted. Come, Athos and Aramis, go to the
right; Porthos, come with me to the left; these gentlemen
should file off into Normandy, whilst we, by the nearest
road, reach Paris."

"Zounds!" said Porthos, sobbing, "I believe I'm crying; but
how foolish all this is!"

Then they embraced. At that moment their fraternal bond of
union was closer than ever, and when they parted, each to
take the route agreed on, they turned back to utter
affectionate expressions, which the echoes of the Dunes
repeated. At last they lost sight of each other.

"Sacrebleu! D'Artagnan," said Porthos, "I must out with it
at once, for I can't keep to myself anything I have against
you; I haven't been able to recognize you in this matter."

"Because if, as you say, Athos and Aramis are in real
danger, this is not the time to abandon them. For my part, I
confess to you that I was all ready to follow them and am
still ready to rejoin them, in spite of all the Mazarins in
the world."

"You would be right, Porthos, but for one thing, which may
change the current of your ideas; and that is, that it is
not those gentlemen who are in the greatest danger, it is
ourselves; it is not to abandon them that we have separated,
but to avoid compromising them."

"Yes, no doubt. If they are arrested they will only be put
in the Bastile; if we are arrested it is a matter of the
Place de Greve."

"Oh! oh!" said Porthos, "there is quite a gap between that
fate and the baronial coronet you promised me, D'Artagnan."

"Bah! perhaps not so great as you think, Porthos; you know
the proverb, `All roads lead to Rome.'"

"But how is it that we are incurring greater risks than
Athos and Aramis?" asked Porthos.

"Because they have but fulfilled the mission confided to
them by Queen Henrietta and we have betrayed that confided
to us by Mazarin; because, going hence as emissaries to
Cromwell, we became partisans of King Charles; because,
instead of helping cut off the royal head condemned by those
fellows called Mazarin, Cromwell, Joyce, Bridge, Fairfax,
etc., we very nearly succeeded in saving it."

"Upon my word that is true," said Porthos; "but how can you
suppose, my dear friend, that in the midst of his great
preoccupations General Cromwell has had time to think ---- "

"Cromwell thinks of everything; Cromwell has time for
everything; and believe me, dear friend, we ought not to
lose our time -- it is precious. We shall not be safe till
we have seen Mazarin, and then ---- "